With a sword as a pillow and a armor as a quilt, Ye Zhiqiu, who was only in the barbarian tribe, released two large and one small fox to guard for safety.

Because of his worries, he slept very lightly, and when dawn came, the first rays of the morning sun appeared in the eastern sky, and Ye Zhiqiu opened his eyes, which was not far behind the herdsmen who were used to getting up early.

Facing the cold morning breeze, Ye Zhiqiu walked out of the tent and saw the barbarian mother-in-law carrying a clay pot into her own cattle pen, skillfully taking milk.

Not long after, they returned to the tent with clay pots full of milk, and the air was soon filled with a strong smell of milk, as well as the enticing aroma of milk tea.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath, his thoughts almost instantly penetrated the remnants of his memory, and he remembered the various delicacies before the crossing.

"What a waste! My latent big foodie is protesting. Such high-quality and unpolluted milk should not be used to accompany meals, and it is a good delicacy to use it a little and add a little creativity. ”

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly remembered the taste of "fried milk", "double-skin milk", and "fried cheese", and his mouth was drooling.

It's a pity that the three-headed fox smelled the amazing appetite of the portion, and immediately flew over and circled, and Ye Zhiqiu's face suddenly became very exciting!

He felt extremely uncomfortable, and secretly swore an oath: "Wait for me! When I leave the barbarian tribe, I will stuff you all into the magic sword and make you into an insect sword spirit!"

Ye Zhiqiu touched his shriveled stomach, although he had no appetite, he still had to find something to eat, so he chose a herdsman and walked in generously.

When the herdsman in charge saw the "Han Shaman", he was a little at a loss, and he didn't move in place.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded lightly, stepped forward to the fire pit in the middle of the tent, stretched out his hand to the centaur woman, and made a gesture to give way.

It turned out to be the disposal of a can of milk! The herdsman immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately raised his chin to signal to his mother-in-law.

Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward to take over, still put the clay pot on the burning dried cow dung to heat, but did not boil it thoroughly, and saw that the mouth of the pot was steaming, so he removed the clay pot and put it in a ventilated place at the door of the tent to cool.

"Do you have eggs and sugar here?"

The herdsman immediately shook his head, looking vigorous, looking at Di Ye Zhiqiu thought that he would shake his head off.

Immediately, he suddenly realized that he understood, and secretly scolded himself for being reckless: "Eggs, maybe there are." However, this thing must be held and monopolized by the tribal warriors, and even if it is raised by ordinary herdsmen, the daily harvest will be handed in. As for white sugar, it's not difficult for a strong man, and it's definitely not in this era!"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh: "Frying milk, the steps are very cumbersome. There is definitely no hope for double skin milk, so I'll just get some milk skin and try it!"

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu asked the tent owner for a few large pottery plates containing barbecued meat, and poured the slightly cooled hot milk into them.

It didn't take long for the steaming heat to disappear, and there was only a thin layer of milk skin in the clay plate. Ye Zhiqiu skillfully stretched out his fingers and pinched a corner and picked it up, not afraid of burning his tongue, he stuffed it directly into his mouth and began to taste it.

What came to the mouth was a strong milky smell, so faint that there was almost no slight sweetness, and the difference between the expected taste and the expected taste could not be reasonably calculated.

"I'm so naïve! How can you make food in the context of the great industrial age!"

After Ye Zhiqiu understood this, he suddenly lost his enthusiasm and seemed a little excited.

On the contrary, it was the herdsman who was in charge of this tent, who "saw" the guidance of the Han shaman, and stirred his brains vigorously, preparing to make a name for himself on the milk skin.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't feel anything, and after eating and swallowing the four milk skins, he found that his belly was slightly bulging, so he nodded and said hello, and walked out of the tent directly.

"Ah......" Ye Zhiqiu stretched comfortably, returned to his tent, took out the packed luggage, and prepared to say goodbye to the tribal chief.

The Eagle Hoof tribe has experienced too many things recently, the whole tribe has moved to the wintering ground, the material reserves and transfers, and the treatment and care of the old and weak women and children, and everyone is busy with their feet not touching the ground.

Therefore, few people cared about the resignation of the "Han Shaman", and the Bloodhoof Chief took the time to meet, and after knowing that Ye Zhiqiu had a horse left by the caravan, he remembered his bravery in pursuing the black-clothed horseman, so he asked the leader of the steward to send one more, after all, good things come in pairs.

Ye Zhiqiu thanked him, took the "Cheng Yi" given by the chief of the Eagle Hoof Tribe, rode his horse slowly without looking back, and after leaving the tribal station, his eyes looked straight at the south like a torch, and his heart was numb, and he began to gallop wildly!

Ye Zhiqiu learned first-class riding skills from the black-clothed cavalry bandit who died in his hands, and by the way, he improved his battlefield knife skills from "first glimpse of the door" to "entering the house", which is equivalent to a famous swordsman among the rangers!

"It's a pity! I didn't have the experience and insight of that fake God Seeing Grandmaster, and the black hand hiding behind this person was very cautious, leaving no superfluous traces! It seems that my crossing gold finger system is not omnipotent!"

Ye Zhiqiu thought that his biggest reliance was not omnipotent, and he suddenly felt a little emotional, but after all, he was a human being in two lives, so he quickly collected his mood and looked at the front intently.

When he waded across the San River, he didn't notice the vicious wolf eyes of several black-scarred masked knights on the nearby hills, perhaps because they deliberately staggered.

"This is the Han shaman who caused the black-clothed rider to fold his hooves? I thought it would be such a remarkable figure that the high priest of the altar would be so valued. I see that his qi is pale and white, like clouds, at most he is only at the level of a prepared priest, and if he dies, he is a red-robed war priest, why bother to send our mountain protection clan. Is it just to give the blood wolf an outlet?"

"Big brother is right! The blood wolf is just a pawn arranged by our clan, if he hadn't followed the high priest of the altar and was fortunate enough to be favored by the wolf god, he wouldn't have any status at all! However, there are rumors that he is the illegitimate son of the high priest, should we be cautious?"

"The third brother is right! Even if you don't consider the origin of the blood wolf, and ruin the arrangement of our clan, the actions of that Han shaman will be difficult to wash away. It's better to take advantage of his loneliness, kill him, behead him and pass it on to the Eagle Hoof Tribe, so that they can understand the fate of offending the black-clothed horse. ”

The three black-turban knights from the Wolf Juxu Mountain laughed tacitly, obviously having reached a consensus on this matter.

So, the three tabula rasa monsters, howling all the way, grinning their teeth, and not knowing whether they were alive or dead, pounced on the elite monsters who had opened the hanging.

Due to his high perception (permanently increasing a little after the qi is inducted into the body), Ye Zhiqiu vaguely sensed a cold malice coming from behind, and probably guessed who it was, and from time to time he changed horses and galloped all the way, chasing the black scarf knight behind him to the ground.

Due to the rush of the task, the three black-turban knights who received the order urgently assembled and did not carry extra mounts, so that the distance between the two sides became farther and farther apart.

If it weren't for their keen sense of smell and their ability to smell the wind and distinguish the air, they would definitely be directly thrown off by Ye Zhiqiu.

The "big brother" led by the black turban knight creaked his teeth on the ground, and roared hatefully: "Damn, has he already noticed us?"

The two clansmen who were neck and neck nodded in agreement, and at the same time understood that the "Han Shaman" they were chasing was definitely not an impostor of Jianghu Warlocks and the like!

As a wolf Juxu, the mountain guards know and understand the horror of the Han shaman from the ancient classics.

Those in the imperial court are called sacrificial wine, and those in the opposition are also called monks and real people, all of whom are so-called qi refiners, who master all kinds of incredible spells, and kill the invincible golden wolf army without leaving a piece of armor, and the royal court is forced to flee to the west.

Now, the wolf god has awakened and reborn, not only allowing the shamans in the clan to recover their mana, but also repeatedly bestowing graces, promoting ordinary clansmen to warriors, warriors, and even heroes with one enemy and a hundred.

"All this is due to the decline of the Han Kingdom, which caused the seal of the champion Hou to lose its effect, and the great wolf god was able to see the light of day. Our people will definitely reign on the grassland again!"

The eldest of the knights of the black turban instilled in himself and his two brothers the set of the high priest of the altar. Not to mention anything else, the effect is still obvious, at least the morale of the three people has recovered.

It's a pity that the mount that didn't change horses, when it wasted a lot of physical strength, it had already run to the ground and the corners of the mouth were overflowing.

In view of this, the three black-turban knights had to slow down so as not to rush on their own legs, and if that were the case, it would have become the biggest joke of the year in the grasslands.

In the face of the ruthless reality, no matter how loud the slogan is, it will not be implemented in the end, and it will still be a failure. I have to say that the rhetoric of the knight in the black turban is really unusually ironic.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu's vision appeared on the wall of the Great Wall, and it was estimated that he would be able to enter the gate at night, and his heart suddenly settled down, and he turned his head to look at the vast grassland.

Three points are the blue sky and white clouds, three points are the distant mountains and wilderness, three points are the dry yellow grassland, the small river is meandering, and one point is the birds and beasts, the belly is round, all fat and strong.

"I know that someone is coming after me, and if there are a lot of people, forget it. If there are not many of them, I will turn around and eat them in one go! Slaughtering a fat sheep is better for the New Year!"

Ye Zhiqiu grinned, in order to recuperate his horsepower, he deliberately slowed down, and after a while, he felt that the mount was wet, and when he reached out and touched it, his mane could pinch out a handful of sweat.

"It's okay, it's okay! The grievances on the grassland, let us decide to leave the border!"